“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

Bastion's very own Doctor Mengele.

Mr. Sinister

[chuckles]

What's so funny?

Mr. Sinister

I knew Mengele. He could have been so much more. But he settled on being a Nazi pup. I'm using Bastion. Pig pens brimming with mutant test subjects. That's my dream.

You know, in Genosha, I felt a lot of things: pain, grief, admiration for those who fought despite the odds. But you know what the oddest thing was? No one seemed shocked or surprised — not even me. Yes, I was scared, but really I just had the most profound sense of déjà vu, as if past, present, and future didn't matter and never had, because we always end up in the same ugly place. Thing is, Magneto knows us better than Charles ever did, knows we know better, that most of us experience tragedies like Genosha as a bit of déjà vu before getting on with our day. But the scariest thing about Genosha wasn't the death or the chaos. It was a thought, the only sane thought you can have when being chased by giant robots that were built to crush you: Magneto was right.

Magneto

Enough. [triggers an EMP that utterly obliterates Earth's technology in retaliation for the attack on Genosha]

Magneto actually did it.

What, saved our hides?

No. Declared war.

I only hope I'm not too late. [sends out a telepathic call] To me, my X-Men!

Magneto

I am not the one who needs to be reasoned with, Charles.

There is a large asteroid hovering over my home that begs otherwise.

Am I going to war, or a circus?

Cyclops

What did you expect? Black leather?

In under an hour, civilization as we know it ends. Much like in the past, my X-Men and I are your best hope to avoid that future.

If you're wrong, Xavier, my hand will be forced.

We have been here before, President Kelly. If you don't trust me, trust my X-Men.

Magneto

I promised a boy a future free of fear, only to watch his frightened eyes be vaporized inside his tiny skull because he believed in me. In the dream you had me sell. How many more of your bones will pave the way to Xavier's future, where we simper like beggars for tolerance? Your Professor's dream is dead, so I offer a new one! A home to replace what they stole from us, a new Genosha! We have gotten here by walking this man's path. We are left with but two choices, cling to this dying world or rise to your future and look down upon this fallen pig-sty planet!

We are not Gods, Magnus!

Magneto

Gods abandon those who worship them. Mutants do not.

Storm

I thought of you while away. Of when my sister faced her darkness and emerged stronger. A survivor. A phoenix. All this change? It’s all the same. Let us do what we do. Believe not in a dream or our gifts, but in each other.

Jean

Make them mind your weather, sister.

Storm

And them weather your mind.

Been in a lot of wars, bub. The brave always die first.

God, you're suicidal! Or sentimental, maybe. Though either will kill you...

Would we be here, helping the survivors, if we cared about staying alive? We care about others -- as do most, I believe! And if indeed, mutants exist--

They don't.

If they exist, why wouldn't they use their abilities to make the world to better for all people?

People don't want to be better. They're already the best everything! Best tribe, best faith, they even fight over who's the best victim. These are tense times. Be mindful not to sound like you actually are a mutant.

What if I were?

Run and hide, before someone starts dreaming of camps.

Turn this nostalgic parlor trick back to my childhood, and heed what happened when my village used reason while others used tanks.

Poetic, isn't it? The inevitability of my vision. Even now, Professor Xavier must pave the path to my dream in order to honor his own. A dream as crippled as its dreamer, built to die. You mutants lost at birth, too. The Neanderthal 2.0. Buggy stillborns flapping upstream, draining yourselves dry so that the tide can more easily drown you. See me. The future's tide. Despite this little toy you X-Men would use to abort the bond to my creations.

Your creations are prisoners! Held hostage by ignorance and coercion! [Bastion blasts him with a laser beam, rendering him unconscious]

Storm

Hank!

Think. Had the good professor taken me in when mother begged him, I'd be hanging here with you freaks. In the name of peace, tolerance, and equal opportunity suicide. Even then, fate got my back.

Storm

Charles Xavier wanted to help you! He came to your mother, but she was too afraid! You would have been one of the first X- [Bastion grabs her by the neck]

Get your filthy paws off her!

I didn't ask for this, either. To be born with this... programming... This destiny inside me. The urges.

Storm

None choose to be born, Bastion, thus why we must never begrudge them being!

Did you just try to appeal to my humanity? Look at me. Yet another reason why Operation Zero Tolerance must skip to final phase. [Bastion lets go of Storm's neck]

Slavery and genocide ain't enough?

As I told Dr. Cooper right before she betrayed me and her kind, people are good. Too damn good. Thus, to protect humanity, I must protect humanity from itself. From the hearts that start dripping red at the latest token underdog. From seeing themselves in those that would use their same hearts against them. Tolerance is extinction. What is worse, is empathy.

Mr. Sinister

You think peacocking makes you whole again? Think it rebuilds your past? If so, truly, you did not think at all.

Sinister, all I do is think. All this mutant DNA you stole to stay duct-taped together, young and relevant. But the Phoenix burns away the obsolete, the underbrush of our fears and insecurities.

Mr. Sinister

Please! No! (Jean Grey, as the Phoenix, strips Mr. Sinister of the mutant DNA that gave him his powers. Mr. Sinister, now depowered and aged up, runs to Morph) Show me! Show me my face!

(Morph changes his face and reveals Mr. Sinister's new, disgusting face) Looks the same to me. (Mr. Sinister runs away groaning and crying)